Within the Vine

I just saw a lovely pastel sketch of a ‘butterfly’ and woman merged into one mythical creature

The title of the piece declared

Free at last…

We may long to be free of the restrictions being human brings

to feel freedom like the creatures of the air

even on a spiritual level

But before the caterpillar becomes ‘free’

it must first submit to a kind of death

to a death of familiar

death of safe

death of known

death of its old life

its old ways

its perceived power and control

it must submit to the silence and isolation of the cocoon

it must submit perhaps to the unknown…

It must trust instincts inbred

to find

that right place

that right season

to weave a cocoon in the right way

then

entangling oneself within

remain completely vulnerable

and wait

whilst changes of mammoth significance occur

not once questioning or interrupting…